We’re having a real winter this year — four inches of new snow yesterday, 25 degrees and grey skies today (but at least the wind isn’t blowing). This is the first winter since I’ve lived in Montana that I’ve really wanted to jet off someplace warm for a shot of sunshine (or is it the first winter since I’ve been here that I haven’t gone to California for work?).

My bulbs are just barely starting to peek up out of the ground — the last couple of winters have been so warm that they all bloomed early. The silver lining might be, as Janet points out over at Ethicurean, that cold winters are better for fruit set in the spring.  Now that I  know I have those greengage plums in my backyard I’m getting a little greedy — they were so yummy. (Of course, considering the serious pruning job I did on that plum tree, I probably won’t get much fruit this year).

At any rate, there isn’t much news on the local food or garden front here in still-frozen Montana. The snow is good. We need the water. And at least we’re past the real dark of the winter. But I’m ready for the sun to come back. Ready for a little warmth again. Ready for winter to recede.